Monthly Archives: February 2013

SEVENTY YEARS OF JOY

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[Image from Google images]

Here’s a short poem for my friend Joy who celebrated her birthday recently. She’s one of the most energetic people I know.

JOY

The sun descends and night-time falls,

As guests converge on Crooked Walls.

A wonderous beauty,

Full of mirth,

Celebrates her day of birth.

Hey nonny no,

And mirth a plenty,

She looks no more

Than one and twenty.

WHAT’S THIS AT THE BUS SHELTER?

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COLLAGE WITHOUT FEAR

No time to waste at the bus stop,

Young artists were busy as bees,

They painted their village so brightly,

The houses, the flowers, the trees.

They figured that all would admire it

as they stood in the winter freeze.

And they did.

 

Though they shuffled with hands in their pockets,

And longed for the bus to appear,

They were thankful they lived in the village

With their  collage of life without fear.

 

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